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For Sale: One wrecked human being. Empty, no accessories, special skills or clothes included. Sean reduced himself into a husk-like hollow waif during 80+ miles of suffering in the dessicating 90 degree wind at the Hugo RR on Saturday, rolling across the finish after 30+ miles solo, so drawn he couldn't even summon the energy to vomit, if that gives you any indication of the state of affairs. Highroller fared a little better hanging with the main peloton over halfway thru his race and then working in some good smaller groups to eat up 20+ riders after getting dropped at the halfway point. Ended up 49th outta 110 or so while Sandbag was in the 50s in the Cat 3s. Nothing a giant bucket of cold Coke and a lobotomy wouldn't cure so we were both at it again for the State Championship criterium in Longmont yesterday. Don't know about Furious as I couldn't stay vertical long enough to watch his race but I hung tough on a super fast course (53x11 the whole time!) running tailgunner on a rapidly dwindling pack from deep, deep within the Pain Cave. Good fun, AND a mere taste of the deprivations nescessary to withstand to grasp for success at the Tickler! 41st for me, achieved only by biting the handlebars for the last 20 minutes, no idea on Sean's whereabouts but I'm sure his body had I.D. on it so we woulda heard if he'd shown up unclaimed...